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    Uh huh, yeah
    Yeah, ha
    Oh man, I got a sweet tooth, can you dig it
    After this one you gonna need a root canal
    Hehe
    I love sugar, oh man
    This one for all the nice, clean, decent women
    Lay it on me, girl
    Pay close attention

    She put that sugar (ooh), on my tongue (ooh)
    Shes gonna (ooh), gimmie gimmie some sugar (ooh)
    Put it right there on my tongue (sweet sweet, lover lover)
    Oh, right there on my tongue (She turns me on, like no other)

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    Gimme some of your butter pecan
    Put it right there, on the tip of my tongue
    Hold it, right ya, cause baby, if I bite ya, I bet ya like it
    French Vanilla is a helluva flava for me
    With strawberries, two cherries and whipped cream
    The best dreams are the wet dreams
    And the rest is just a flick without a sex scene
    Orderly, I speak the truth
    Cause the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
    Cause Florida oranges and Georgia peaches
    When they nice and ripe, they the best for eatin'
    All southern boys be cravin' for pores
    An old slice of pie after they main course
    What they game for, I came for
    I gotta thang for you that I can't ignore

    She put that sugar on my tongue, tongue
    Yippie yippie yum yum
    Goodie goodie gum drop, put me in a tongue lock
    Did it till my body went numb, numb
    Laid her on her back, back
    Turn around, gave her bottom a smack, smack
    She's the woman from the block with the best weave
    But I won't stop till I'm pullin' out tracks, tracks
    It was lust at first sight
    And she couldn't help sayin' that she wanted to get with me
    And my size was just right
    Plus, she wanted a man with a little security
    Said, I been around the world twice
    And my name ring bells from Atlanta to Sicily
    Said she want it all night
    Put the bubbles in the tub with Ludacris in me

    Sweetie, you look so incredible
    So delicious, and so damn edible
    All I need is some honey and syrup
    And a little butter to rub down all your curves
    And no need for the lemonade
    Just a twist of lime and some grape Kool-aid
    Can I call you caramel
    Cause I'm 'bout to go cuckoo to taste your Cocoa Puffs
    One bowl oughtta fill me up, but the milk got to be cold enough
    Suppertime oughtta hold me up
    I'm 'bout to choke this up if I don't slow it up, but
    Honey, you look like a honey dew
    Eat strawberries with a whipped cream filling
    Top baller with the peach cobbler
    But a fruit platter might outta do me betta

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